Chapter 6 - The Broken Timeline
He burst out of the tree line onto an overgrown dirt road he didn't recognize.
Parked in the middle of the road was an antique 1950s police cruiser, its single red beacon revolving silently.
The door swung open from the inside.
"Get in if you want to keep your heartbeat!" a raspy voice shouted from the darkness of the cab.
Noah hesitated for a fraction of a second before diving into the passenger seat and slamming the door.
The driver slammed on the gas, sending gravel flying as the car rocketed down the path.
Noah glanced over at the driver and felt his blood turn to ice.
It was an older version of himself—wrinkled, gray-haired, with a jagged scar running from his eye down to his jaw.
"You're late," the older Noah muttered, keeping his eyes glued to the dark road ahead.
"I tried to warn you at 3:17, but you always take too long to connect the dots."
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"Who are you?" Noah demanded, his gun still raised.
"I am you from loop forty-two," the older man said grimly. "And we are running out of chances to kill Clara."
